Then, I hear a distant door open and close.
For a moment, there is a flood of relief.
Finally, another person to talk to. Someone to explain to me what is going on. Maybe someone comingto take me to the restroom or feed and water me. (I’m ashamed at how quickly I’ve acclimated to myenvironment—already describing my needs like an animal in a zoo.)
As the quick footsteps grow closer, however, fear opens up like a pit in my stomach.
What are they going to do with me? Cole’s father told me I would be sold. Are they coming to take menow?
Even though I know what their plans are for me, part of me expected that Luka would arrive to saveme before any of that happened. A small part of me clung to the idea that I would be rescued beforeanything truly egregious happened.
Now, however, I’m not a
